Best Sun Poems

Brown and agile child, the sun which forms the fruit
And ripens the grain and twists the seaweed
Has made your happy body and your luminous eyes
And given your mouth the smile of water.
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I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,
I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.

And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood,
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At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee,
waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb
that was going to be served from a certain balcony
- like kings of old, or like a miracle.
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Being walkers with the dawn and morning,
Walkers with the sun and morning,
We are not afraid of night,
Nor days of gloom,
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Ariel was glad he had written his poems.
They were of a remembered time
Or of something seen that he liked.
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At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
Seemed like a sound in his mind.
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When you, my Dear, are away, away,
How wearily goes the creeping day.
A year drags after morning, and night
Starts another year of candle light.
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Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,
There's always laughter and good red wine.
At least I've always found it so.
Benedicamus Domino!
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This much, O heaven—if I should brood or rave,
Pity me not; but let the world be fed,
Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead,
Heed you the grass that grows upon my grave.
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He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,
Alike they're needful for the flower:
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment.
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Old year has passed with last night,
New year has arrived with shiny light.
Brightness is covered all over sky,
Weather has opened her twinkled eye.
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A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart;
No sickness is there like sickness of heart.
The lover's ailment is different from all ailments;
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Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,
And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea,
How long they kiss in sight of all the lands.
Ah! longer, longer, we.
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(Daddy what if the sun stop shinin' what would happen then?)
If the sun stopped shinin' you'd be so surprised
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Rain bashing, rain crashing,
In the puddles, children splashing,
Mother's tongue has started lashing,
Everyone is wet!
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The sun sets on the horizon from the distant land,
Where birds chirp and couples lay hand in hand.
I look at the sun to say goodbye,
To the beautiful colours that paint the sky.
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'Oh, dear, this utterly sweltering season of the highly rampant sun is drawing nigh, and it will always be good enough to go on taking daytime baths, as the lakes and rivers will still be with plenteous waters, and at the end of the day, nightfall will be pleasant with fascinating moon, and in such nights Love-god can somehow be almost mollified...[who tortured us in the previous vernal season... but now without His sweltering us, we can happily enjoy the nights devouring cool soft drinks and dancing and merrymaking in outfields...]
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Through the conduits of blood
my body in your body
spring of night
my tongue of sun in your forest
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Moon in satin while veil
sees reflection in groom’s eye-
blushes like morn’s sun
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Sun, the life Giver,
Is he a life Giver?
He should be, but how?
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I did not follow,
Mind didn’t allow,
Hide face under pillow,
Some bitter pills to swallow,
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Something has gone wrong with meaning of words,
'Sun' and 'Son' beautiful creation of lords,
Both represent energy having sharpness of swords,
Both are crucial for survival and existence of world,
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He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,
Alike they're needful for the flower:
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment.
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WHEN the sun comes after rain
And the bird is in the blue,
The girls go down the lane
Two by two.
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The sun is smiling as I open my eyes
Birds serenading the awoken sky.
I watch from my window the sun climbing a hill
Spreading its glimmer so beautiful.
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It was an English ladye bright,
(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)
And she would marry a Scottish knight,
For Love will still be lord of all.
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The browns, the olives, and the yellows died,
And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed
Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide,
And when the land lay pale for them, pale-snowed,
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(IN THE BEGINNING)

The sun is a huntress young,
The sun is a red, red joy,
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In my body you search the mountain
for the sun buried in its forest.
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Down to the beach
Down to the beach
On a sunny day we go
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Restrain me because I want to bathe in your sun
I want a southern moon to shiver on you
from the naked shadows, I'd be casting all over you.
Restrain me; I'm like an applecart toppled over
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Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
And the sun looked over the mountain's rim:
And straight was a path of gold for him,
And the need of a world of men for me.
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I looked into my heart to write
And found a desert there.
But when I looked again I heard
Howling and proud in every word
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No I can't touch the clouds for you I've never reached the sun for you
I've never done the things that you need done for you
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A subtle tenderness is brought up
All plants have twisted faces,
Identification is made for life,
Beauty's glance is enlightened,
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WHEN have I last looked on
The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies
Of the dark leopards of the moon?
All the wild witches, those most noble ladies,
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ON the wide veranda white,
In the purple failing light,
Sits the master while the sun is lowly burning;
And his dreamy thoughts are drowned
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Rubaiyat (1)Wake! For The Sun....Omar Khayyam


Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight
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You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
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Spring arrival! Ahoy!
Sensational moment of sprightly joy!
Breathing in with cheer,
Breathing out without fear,
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The April rain, the April rain,
Comes slanting down in fitful showers,
Then from the furrow shoots the grain,
And banks are fledged with nestling flowers;
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The day I first met you

In the morning hours
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When the sun shines LIFE GOES ON
When the rain falls LIFE GOES ON
When the sun shines or the rain falls LIFE GOES ON.
When you're happy LIFE GOES ON
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The Roof it has a Lazy Time
A-Lying in the Sun;
The Walls, they have to Hold Him Up;
They do Not Have Much Fu
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When the sun
Shines through the leaves of the apple-tree,
When the sun
Makes shadows of the leaves of the apple-tree,
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First shimmering light I arose
Seeing a bunch of lovely rose;
Sun smiling through the window
Over the trees dangling bough
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You bound strong sandals on my feet,
You gave me bread and wine,
And sent me under sun and stars,
For all the world was mine.
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More beatiful than the remarkable moon and her noble light,
More beautiful than the stars, the famous medals of the night,
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A beautiful flower of peace shone bright
Along with the morning sun rise full of light
But a naughty bee came to sting the flower
As jealousy crept in its eyes
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it is a shadow

of the tree
dark lighting
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Waking alone in a multitude of loves when morning's light
Surprised in the opening of her nightlong eyes
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After all the rain, the sun
Shines on hill and grassy mead;
Fly into the garden, child,
You are very glad indeed.
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Ev’ry morning we glory to see the sun
breakfast the day with its yolk of golden ways
when birds are happiest to sing their songs.
What is new is sure to get our welcome
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At dawn, the rain falls down
while whispering about your oval silence,
that silence breaking my emerald dreams.
My dreams are like those
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To the Williamson Brothers


High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue
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They have painted and sung
the women washing their hair,
and the plaits and strands in the sun,
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Fling your red scarf faster and faster, dancer.
It is summer and the sun loves a million green leaves, masses of green.
Your red scarf flashes across them calling and a-calling.
The silk and flare of it is a great soprano leading a chorus
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By the Hoof of the Wild Goat uptossed
From the cliff where she lay in the Sun
Fell the Stone
To the Tarn where the daylight is lost,
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Every time I've raced my shadow
When the sun was at my back,
It always ran ahead of me,
Always got the best of me.
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Sun and wind and beat of sea,
Great lands stretching endlessly…
Where be bonds to bind the free?
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scent of plum blossoms
on the misty mountain path
a big rising sun
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Leave not your bough, my slender song-bird sweet,
But pipe me now your roundelay complete.

Come, gentle breeze, and tarrying on your way,
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if I woke up black
I would sprint at once to buy
a sun-yellow dress
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Sun smudge on
the smoky water
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This is not exactly what I mean
Any more than the sun is the sun.
But how to mean more closely
If the sun shines but approximately?
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You bound strong sandals on my feet,
You gave me bread and wine,
And sent me under sun and stars,
For all the world was mine.
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The wine-drinkers sit on the porte cochère in the sun.
Their lack of success in love has made them torpid.
They move their fans with a motion that stirs no feather,
the glare of the sun has darkened their complexions.
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we speak of the splendor of the flowers when they wither
in spring there are too many of them for us to praise
a day when the sun shall seize to shine
we will speak of its warm tender rays
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NEW doth the sun appear,
   The mountains' snows decay,
Crown'd with frail flowers forth comes the baby year.
   My soul, time posts away;
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I woke to see the sun setting
How had I missed the sunrise?
My God's little miracles
Unfolding annually
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I walked to the door step
It was a sunny day
Uncle Johnny called me outside
I ran and passed the pine tree
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more fully,
since snow fell even on this
sun-drifted, sun-drenched sea,
blossoms the ice in those baskets
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Weep you no more, sad fountains;
What need you flow so fast?
Look how the snowy mountains
Heaven's sun doth gently waste.
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Poet is a living pyre,
But, what to burn
Except his soul....
With billion degrees
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Light love in a mist, by the midsummer moon misguided,
Scarce seen in the twilight garden if gloom insist,
Seems vainly to seek for a star whose gleam has derided
Light love in a mist.
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I am waiting
For the sun
To pour out
Its golden hot oranges
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When the sun rises
It ignites the world
And humanity rises
As its rays cascade
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With shadowy pen I write,
Till time be done,
Good news of some strange light,
Some far off sun.
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Sitting in the balcony
I watch the rose bud
Swaying in the breeze
Waiting to open up
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It was a dark night, full of fights, as if the sun will never rise
The bullets were passing beside me, but I couldn't realize
All the people were afraid, , I was trying to resist anywise
The voice of freedom rose high in the souls of the arise
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I saw the sun step like a gentleman
Dressed in black and proud as sin.
I saw the sun walk across London
Like a young M. P., risen to the occasion.
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There is no woman living who draws breath
So sad as I, though all things sadden her.
There is not one upon life's weariest way
Who is weary as I am weary of all but death.
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Vincent was fascinated with nature and the flowers.
During Spring in Paris, Vincent made many drawings
Of gardens and flowers. One of the most fascinating
Paintings that captured the hearts of artistes was
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Yon there, the charioteer of Sun
Heralds the arrival of dawn,
Seen dawning her demur more smiles
That spread on to far spatial miles.
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I watched intently
The setting sun's dying rays
Glistened off the hill.
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No one is missing, no one is missing,
Every white grass flower is kissing sun,
Autumn sun is bright in day sky of love,
A fable of love is written in fest of joy,
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Lo! comes Dawn, the Sky's morning maid,
To rouse the Sun - still in slumber laid
On a couch with satiny sheets of red-amathyst,
And draped with mosquito-nets of gossamer mist!
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The distance between you and me
As we swim in the lake
Is only our breath.
The distance between you and the sun
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son of hidden sun
lead them with invocation
isn't with flying lizard
that will make you more sincere
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WEEP you no more, sad fountains;
   What need you flow so fast?
Look how the snowy mountains
   Heaven's sun doth gently waste!
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Krishna awoke;

Yashoda was enraptured to see his face blooming as a lotus that captures the rising sun's first rays. Taking off the coverlet she said, 'awake, darling boy, awake, your loveliness makes me swoon your bewitching face is like the full moon seen through the sea's foam when it was churned for nectar.'
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The skies have turned from black to blue,
what on Earth has happened to you?
Did you forget to take your break?
The morning's here, go back to bed!
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Vincent had arrived in Arles on 20th February 1888.
His creative genius sprouted while he lived with Theo in Paris.
Though initially influenced by the Impressionists,
Modern art and the Japanese art of pointillism or dots.
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A sky of winter afternoon

No clouds to hide Sun of dreams
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